I stand on trial before the gods on Judgement Day A blink of an eye between the cradle and the grave One last look at visions of flesh, the last best hope of man on the earth Pontius Pilate, still washing his hands The world don't want to be saved, only left alone
Elysian fields, we are storming the heavens Elysian fields, we raise the swords and shields Elysian fields, we ascend to our destiny Elysian fields, to the Elysian fields
Soaring to the Sun With blood upon their wings Superstitious dust left twisting in the wind Man still has one belief: one decree that stands alone The laying down of arms is like cancer to their bones
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